February 2024 Flash Lit 8 (version 2) - End

End

 

It’s almost as hard

to conceive of the end

as it is the beginning.

I always wonder

what went before

and what happened after.

Nothingness

breaks my system—

witness the struggle

to meditate and empty

my attic mind.

And even if the thoughts

become nothing,

there is still the attic,

empty, swept of everything

but dancing dust

and sunlight.

That’s not nothing.

So maybe one thing

can end, like

the last of a spool

of thread, but

all things?

Even that thread

is merely put

to use, holding

the fabric together.

No, there is no end.